Jamandar

The Flying Circus of Jamandar

As I am from Jamandar, the jewel of all Mournra,
I will attempt to contain my bias. Rest assured
that I speak truthfully. Luthsurl of Haunthills and
sarrind of Foreshore, Jamandar is a land of plentiful
harvests and strong, healthy livestock. One would
have to work hard to starve in Jamandar, and
many Mournan tables feast from the bounty my
homeland provides.
Some ignorantly deride Jamandrans as “fat, lazy,
slack-witted farmers.” It is merely envy, of course.
More apropos is the expression, “As deadly as a
sword of Jamandar.” This phrase is used widely
across Castlemourn when speaking of beasts,
people, and things truly dangerous. Heed it well.
Those hard working waymasters (merchant traders)
use their hard-earned coin to educate themselves
and their kin in the true mastery of the blade.
The Lord Martial and the Lady of the Land,
who are not husband and wife, rule the realm from
Windhollow Rise. The Lady’s is a hereditary title,
belonging to the Glassfeather family. She oversees
domestic justice, the health of the land, and the
tending of crops, livestock, and people. The Lord
Martial, officially her champion and equal, is the
defender of the realm, in charge of enforcing its
laws and defending the citizenry.
Beyond Windhollow Rise, the only other
waymoots are Thaentree and Yarnar’s Well.
Otherwise my people live in small farms scattered
across the realm, rather than clustering around mills
or lanemoots.

The Lands of Castlemourn

Jamandar

Castlemourn JimWayne